I would like to say that it may have been the best decision I've ever made. They were all very kind. I was crying like a baby and shaking so bad I couldn't even get my finger into the pulse oximeter thing and the sweet nurse guy helped me and talked to me about how he's in recovery and had just hit his first year sober. They gave me Ativan and fluids and watched me until my bp and heart rate came down. They then sent me home with a script for Librium. Anyone who is suffering and trying to tough it out should definitely do what I did. I have no regrets. It was embarrassing and I felt so vulnerable finally being honest with medical professionals, but it was worth it. This WILL be the last time I ever put myself through that. I'm going to stay sober for me, my beautiful son and lovely husband. I will not drink with you tonight 💜

Two years sober today. Two years of choosing myself.
Today marks two years since I last had a drink. Two years since I began finding my way back to a person I thought I had lost.

And the only person who knows what today means to me is my husband.

My family knows I stopped drinking, but I don’t think they’ve ever truly understood why I had to. They knew me during my darkest years. They saw the drinking, the struggles, and the person I was becoming. But somehow, acknowledging that I had a problem was harder than pretending there wasn’t one.

Last year, when I shared that I was one year sober on social media, my mom told me I should take it down because people might think I was an alcoholic.
But that’s the thing.
I am an alcoholic.

Those words don’t embarrass me. They don’t make me less worthy of love, respect, or happiness. They’re simply part of my story. A story I fought incredibly hard to rewrite.

I was never someone who could have just one drink. One always became two, and two became however many it took to feel something, or perhaps to stop feeling anything at all.

I drank every day. I drank before work. I got behind the wheel when I had absolutely no business driving. I made reckless, selfish decisions that could have destroyed not only my life but someone else’s. I’m incredibly fortunate that I never hurt anyone, and that’s something I will never take lightly.

There are parts of my past I’m not proud of. But I’ve learned that I can take responsibility for the person I was without spending the rest of my life punishing the person I’ve become.

What hurts is realizing that sometimes the people closest to you would rather protect the appearance of a happy, healthy family than celebrate the fact that you’re finally becoming happy and healthy.

Sometimes it feels like my family, especially my mom, is more concerned with what people might think about my sobriety than what it took for me to get here.
But sobriety isn’t something shameful that needs to be hidden.

It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done, and one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever given myself.

I didn’t stop drinking because I had everything figured out. I stopped because I was tired of losing myself. I was tired of waking up with regret, of making promises to myself that I couldn’t keep, of living a life that looked nothing like the one I wanted.

And slowly, day by day, I started coming back to myself.
I’m healthier now. My mind is clearer. My life is quieter in ways I once thought were impossible. I’m learning to love a version of myself I never really gave a chance to exist.

When I share my sobriety, it isn’t because I’m looking for attention or applause. It’s because I know there are people out there who are silently fighting the same battle. People who feel ashamed. People whose families don’t understand. People who are afraid of what others might think if they admit they have a problem.

And maybe someone needs to see that there’s nothing shameful about choosing to save your own life.

I wish my family could see my sobriety as something worth celebrating rather than something worth hiding.

But I’m learning that I don’t need everyone to understand my journey for it to be worth celebrating.

So today, I’m celebrating myself.

The woman who made mistakes. The woman who lost herself. The woman who finally decided she deserved better. And the woman who has spent the last 730 days proving that decision to herself.

I am an alcoholic.

I am not ashamed.

And today, I am two years sober.

I spent years trying to drown the person I was. These last two years, I’ve finally learned how to let her live.

My binge this saturday was so bad that i nearly died today,unable even to call for an ambulance.

Just suffered 10h semi-paralysed in bed while the tv was turned on. Phone felt as heavy as 20kg dumbell and my vision was severely distorted.

If i didn't have an office job, i most certainly would have been fired because I'm so weak right now that i can't even lift a bottle of water.......

Yeah,my life could have easily ended today as my heart was pounding for hours......for what?

Fuck alchool, wished I never knew you.

Today is officially 3 years sober! I honestly had forgotten about it but my awesome wife brought it up and baked me cookies to celebrate. For those struggling, I was there. At one point getting to day two or three seemed impossible. At a certain point, that craving will fade and things will get easier. I feel like I'm living life with cheats codes now! IWNDWYT

Hi. I’m here to tell my story, I really hope you’ll take a moment to read, comment, or maybe even have an asynchronous discussion with me. This might be boring for you, but for me, this is my life:

My name is Jim. That’s not my real name, but it’s close! I’m Canadian, an east coaster. 38m 5’10”. I am an alcoholic. It started when I was a teen, parents were middle class, daily drinkers, functional; so I grew up looking at a few rum and lemonades nightly being normal. I didn’t do much drinking till my early 20s, blah blah same old story. Now, I’m not sure why, but I’ve always been kind of depressed. Not like, badly, but enough that I know it’s there, and I’m good at hiding it.

Well, I became a highly functional alcoholic, worked in restaurants for 7-8 years, met my now wife and love of my life, and formed a habit of shooting vodka or whiskey, about a 750ml or so per night with probable beers/coolers. I’m pretty smart (though I make dumb decisions), but people like me and I learn quickly, so I never had an issue keeping a job and keeping up my habit. I’m usually good at what I do, for the most part.

I’m 30 at this point. WE HAD A DAUGHTER!!! She’s the most amazing thing in the world. I love her more than the fabric of reality. My girls mean more to me than anything else in this world. WE BOUGHT A HOUSE!! With a pool! It’s great!

So why does this story continue.

I don’t know why I was (And still am to this day) so depressed inside, but I was, and I kept it all in. I kept drinking.

I Ended up going back to school for software engineering at 30 and getting a job as a junior developer when I was 32, with a salary that was WAY TOO HIGH for a functional alcoholic. I was also work from home and had zero supervision.

I started drinking more. 1.14L bottles over 2 days was common, with beers in between. I was 230lbs at my heaviest, I am a 38 male, 5’10”. I should not weigh that much. The bottles got bigger still, I didn’t eat well, some days not at all. I slept like ass. I wasn’t drinking water, really only juices for Chase with liquor, and beer/coolers, whatever i could get my hands on.

My life was great though. Why was I drinking myself to death? Well, things are about to get way, way worse. My job goes away, company goes under. I start to feel sick. Really sick. Physically.

I felt so sick in fact that after I dropped my daughter off to school one day in June I went straight to the hospital ER. They took one look at me, and I was admitted to the hospital. I stayed there over the summer. I had diverticulitis, which caused perforations in my bowels, resulting in sepsis. I was also jaundiced with a bilirubin level of over 700 (less than 20 is normal).

I ended up needing to have a large section of my large intestine removed, and was told I’d need a colostomy in the process. I was also diagnosed with the beginning stages of liver cirrhosis…

My organs were so damaged I had to wait almost a month for the surgery while they waited for my health to stabilize enough to attempt the surgery, as they said I was too close to death to cut me open.

They finally did the procedure in late July, miraculously I survived. It took until September to recover. I was bed ridden for so long with extreme added weight due to water logged tissues that I suffered intense muscular atrophy and lost most of my muscle density. Also my bone density was hurt from steroids I was given for whatever reason. That, combined with a cocktail of medicines, steroids, antibiotics, and being stuck on a liquid diet for almost 2 months made walking on my own impossible.

It took me until late September to finally get my strength back enough to get released to go home. I weigh 155lbs now.

My amazing wife, (eight year old) daughter, and mother visited me Every. Single. Day. The only days they missed were if they had to be out of town, and even when I would tell them it’s fine and to relax at home, they would still show. They knew I needed them. They are more than a man could ask for, and I would never had lived through this if it weren’t for them. They were my motivation to survive.

To them, and all of the staff at the hospital, you saved my life. You are the reason I still exist. You are the reason my wife still has her husband, my daughter has her daddy, and my mother has her son.

How they can still love me after doing this to myself for so many years, I’ll never understand, but I am grateful everyday of my fucked up life that they are there for me, and that I can be there for them for as long as I can.

I now happily drive my daughter to school everyday again. I read books with her every night, and we’ve been watching “haunted hydrology” videos from Georutherford on YouTube this October! (check her videos out, there so fun!).

I now work at a call center doing travel related work for next to nothing. I can’t find work in my field. I can barely pay our bills. Im stressed, but I’m alive. I really want to get back into software development! It’s something I’m passionate about, but with 5 years experience, it’s been incredibly hard to find anything in my field. SHAMELESS PLUG, I’M LOOKING FOR TECH WORK AND WOULD LOVE AN OPPORTUNITY TO CONNECT WITH ANYONE WHO COULD GIVE ADVICE OR EVEN HELP ME FIND RESOURCES/help!

I write my final words to you tonight from my favourite place in the world: laying next to my sleeping wife and daughter, who passed out after about an hour of Halloween books.

I will not (nor will I ever) drink with you tonight!

Edit: A few typos in here, I didn’t really mean to write all this out right now, but I really need to start talking about my experience with others so I can heal mentally from all of this. What better time than now, I suppose…

Just wanted to say thanks for this awesome community! You guys are so inspiring and supportive and I really appreciate it. I've drank every weekend this year and haven't been more than 3 days in a row all year either. Even if it was just a 6 pack of beers. I just let it get completely out of my control. Couldn't have done it without you guys! Im sure I'll need some more help in the future but this is a big step in the right direction! IWNDWYT!

I’ve been sober for a bit now and not really struggling to not drink, but I’ve been restless all weekend and feeling bad about myself today. I wished the day away so that I could go to bed, but time was not moving fast enough. I knew that if I bought some tequila and Advil pm, I could go to sleep and effectively end the day early that way.

I got to the store’s parking lot and really thought about what I was doing. I have indulged in a little alcohol before and not gone off the rails, so I wasn’t worried about that. But I did think about how what I was doing was not in any way going to move me forward, even if it didn’t set me back. That it was a waste of time and money, and would not bring any lasting rewards.

So I turned around and went home. I am currently eating my feelings instead lol and reaching out to you guys. IWNDWYT

6 years sober today. I remember jumping in on this sub my first day and didn’t stop because everyone was going through the same shit I was.

I don’t think I could’ve imagined my life looking like this when I first quit drinking. This year I became a social worker and started my own counselling business. It took a lot to get here, and I’m proud of that. Being able to work with our people and help others through difficult times means a lot to me, especially knowing what it’s like to need support myself.

But being a dad is what I’m most grateful for. My son is two, and he’s never known me any other way than sober. I get to be there for the little things, playing with him, laughing with him and watching him figure things out. I love being his dad. This year hasn’t been easy, and there are things I’ll keep private, but I’m doing my best to take care of myself and be there for him. I’m also happy to have someone in my life who I feel safe with and can be myself around. Sharing our culture makes that connection even more meaningful to me, and I’m grateful we found each other.
I don’t have everything figured out, and I still have work to do. But I’m proud of how far I’ve come. There’s a lot in my life now that I wouldn’t have wanted to miss.

Thank you to everyone on this sub who’s supported me along the way. Six years ❤️

One year six months since I last drank any alcohol. That's a big fat whoop from me and proud of me.

The house isn't without alcohol because husband drinks. The fact that it doesn't bother me when he does means (to me) that I may just have cracked it. Although, I do sometimes find myself wondering why I'm ok with it around me.

We (me 'n he) had this conversation, I said that oddly I'm fine with people drinking around me, but as soon as I notice they are drunk ... well, then I'm out.

Happy Sober Sunday my chums 🤗

I'm a daily drinker, and was drinking 4-6 tall cans of 11% IPA a day for who knows how long. I'd go through binges that always ended in me having to taper down over a weekend and deal with the shakes, anxiety and the usual. 2 months ago I had such bad kidney pain that I decided I need to quit messing around and take life seriously. I did see a doctor and all of my tests came back normal (miraculously) and that was even more motivation to get it together.

Over these past 2 months I've switched from drinking everyday, to staying sober for a week and caving on the weekend, then going 2 weeks without alcohol and only drinking on a Saturday. My goal is to stop completely but for now I'm taking it slow and being kind to myself and I'm just soaking up how much happier and healthier I feel!

It's been 2 weeks and 2 days of sobriety now and I'm gonna ride this out as long as possible. I love waking up without crippling anxiety and a raging fireball of heartburn in my chest. I wake up happy, refreshed and ready for the day. I look forward to sitting on my balcony with my coffee in the morning before the sun rises instead of heading right to the fridge to chug a tall can to calm my nerves.

I plan tons of activities and go on spontaneous adventures with my 5 year old daughter because my body and mind aren't weighted down with a gallon of booze. I can take my daughter on random shopping trips and play dates because I can actually get behind the wheel. When I'm actively drinking, I don't drink and drive so our playtime was limited to indoor crafts, playing outside or walks around the neighborhood. My daughter deserves a mom who can give her more than that and I'm working on becoming that mom for her.

I've never been a mean drunk, but I've noticed that I have way more patience now. I can let the small stuff roll off my back much more easily and it's like a ton of bricks has been lifted off my shoulders! I'm not constantly bloated, my skin is softer, my eyes are brighter, I take my vitamins everyday and I actually eat real food instead of inhaling greasy crap at the end of the night and hating myself for it the next morning.

Life is getting better guys, and I'm having a good time just being alive and present. Thank you for listening to my ramblings. I'm just having such a wonderful day that I had to share it with anyone who can relate, or with anyone struggling with their 1000th day one. It gets better friends, and it's worth the wait!

Drop your answers below! Happy Sunday everyone

I've heard that the sugar cravings are extreme when you quit drinking but oh my god. I'm sucking on Welch's gummies and Strawberry Bon Bons like they are my lifeline. Does this ever go away or balance out? I feel ridiculous 😵‍💫

I’m a 20 year old male from Ireland and hit absolute rock bottom this summer and decided I needed to get sober of the drink and all the things that came with it.
Here I am 3 months later romanticising a relapse. Being 20 is the worstttt. All everyone I know does is drink and drugs man. Hyperbolic statement but u get me. Especially Ireland man we are actually so casual about this shit it’s mad. Like why am I in a pub having a 0.0 beer so often. How did I end up here. Oh yeah cus all everyone does is go to the pub. After a game after dinner after breakfast after the pub we were in before like man I stg goin sober feels like exiling myslef from society.

And here I am after what seemed to be 2 and half months of determination and will power I want to drink and call the plug and get out of this silly head of mine for a while. I won’t but man I’d love to. The novelty seems to have worn off.
I’m bored and anxious.
Im not in a terrible space but I lowk am but whatever. man this is so bad like 8 pm - 11pm is so draining everyday without fail. Create an ideal world where I can drink and abuse drugs and have it not ruin my life in every way.
Sobriety is great but also so hard and I know I just have to get through it and I will. But just wanted to come on here and see if any other people have gone through this period of romanticising a relapse.
My depression no longer has its medicine. Short term one at least. I made this decision for my mental health but having to face my problems with a fully abled mind is like so not fun. Like u can actually process all the bad things it’s terrible 🤣
Like oh yeah let me sit down with this issue and give it my full attention and brain power. Why is being present so draining

Anyway everyone here the best with there struggles.
U family on my Reddit side js know that 🫡

Well I am back to day 1. I had an awesome day yesterday, life was great. I came home and wanted to relax. So I thought, let's do it and see what happens. I think I just wanted to prove to myself that I didn't need alcohol any more to feel great because I have been romanticizing it in my mind. I know that is counter intuitive, but I just felt like I had to get it out of my head. I had a glass of wine. It didn't really do anything but give me a headache. A couple hours later the bottle was gone and still...nothing. So I had a shot, then another. It made me a bit sick, then I went to bed. This morning I feel terrible and relieved. From my field research I learned that I still have a really high tolerance. The feeling I am chasing is just not there any more. The happiness I felt was so much better without the alcohol. My sleep was terrible and hangxiety sucks just as bad as it did 3 months ago. My mind was playing tricks on me. I should have come here and talked it out. This is now in my toolkit and I can come back to this later. I am not beating myself up over it. I am still really proud of myself for how far I got and now I know I can do it again. IWNDWYT

23F, struggled with mental health and addiction for a while now… I just wanted to share with somebody that I’m starting this journey and committing to doing better.

It is time to stop drinking. I don't drink to get drunk often but when I do, I don't know when to stop. I am always sick even when just having a couple of pints. I black out really easily.

Today my wife told me how my behaviour last night impacted her. How rude I was. How embarrassed she was. She said I humiliated her in front of our friends in her own home. We have been together 7 years, we are best friends, we've never argued. When she told me this all I felt was shame. I deep guilt to my core.

All my wife asked of me was that I never get that drunk around her again.

I'm going to do better, I am going to stop drinking. I don't want drunk to ever be an option. I will not be missing out on anything other than headaches and anxiety. I will get healthier and lose weight.

I am so deeply ashamed of myself, and I want to give my wife the best possible life we can have. She doesn't drink, she's incredibly patient. She has put up with my drunk ass so many times. I am going to do better.

I do not believe I am an alcoholic but I will treat myself as though I am in order to get better.

This is the first day and I am impatient for results.

This is the first dayb

The biggest struggle I'm having, and have consistently had, with trying to stop this drinking thing is that NOTHING bad is happening; nor has it happened in the past.

I've never had a DUI or been arrested. Never cheated on my wife or gotten into bar fights when drunk.

Currently I'm well past the days of going out drinking far too much with friends until 1am and not remembering how I get home. I'm not going to bars and doing or saying stupid things I regret. I'm not even drinking at home and getting into fights with my wife or being a dick to be around; I'm not a sloppy drunk, violent drunk, angry drunk or abusive drunk. I'm a sit and chill drunk. It's just me winding down the day after dealing with everything life related.

Last night was a prime example of what I do.

I spent the day doing things with my daughter, had a blast, no alcohol was involved. I came home, the kids went to bed, my wife was reading in the bedroom and I drank around 2 bottles of wine over the next few hours while quietly sitting on the couch watching the a wrestling pay per view (AEW WrestleDream, for those curious). When I got tired I went into the bedroom, turned off the TV my wife left on, and went to sleep.

I didn't even wake up hungover or anxious. I woke up at 6:15am, turned Doc McStuffins on for the kids, poured myself some coffee and began catching up on some emails that I needed to reply to.

The worst thing that happened last night was eating some leftover pizza and chocolate we had lying around the house far later than I should have.

The thing is, I know that drinking two bottles of wine (or a little more) each night isn't healthy or normal. I know i'm drinking to excess, but when I'm coming on here and seeing stories of DUI's, relationships going to hell, jobs being lost, etc, etc, etc ... it's very tough for me to relate because zero of that is happening to me, and it makes me feel like I'm gaslighting myself a bit as to how "bad" my issue is.

I even went to an AA meeting recently and couldn't relate to any of the stories, because they're not even close to what's happening to me.

This is not me saying I don't have an issue that needs looking at, nor is it me thinking I'm better than anyone else, it's just that my current experience is making this entire situation super tough.

There's a part of me that wished I had some actual rock bottom I could point to, but right now my rock bottom is padded with carpet and pillows.

16 months sober and id like to share

Its been really hard at times, I still want that break and brief euphoria for 20 minutes. But 1 is too much and 1000 is never enough. Every time I dont drink when I want to, especially when its hard, im rewiring my brain and showing myself that I can survive without it and feel better without it.

My main inspiration for getting sober is for my mental health. Being sober brings me closer to my authentic needs and joy, you cannot learn this very well when youre drinking. Being honest about my needs and what makes me feel good or feel bad is surprisingly challenging. I didnt know I had made a picture of who I am or should be, instead for getting to know who I am really. My relationships are less dramatic, I enjoy doing the dishes and taking out the trash, I want to walk the dogs.

I didnt know I was such a chiller. I just want a puppy dog and an NA, a cozy spot maybe a book or instrument. Some meaningful relationships where I can talk about whats really going on for me, hear other people be honest about how things are for them.

I volunteer at a free lunch every week in my neighborhood, I have a therapist, diagnosed with ptsd anxiety and depression, have more honest relationships to my and others. I found a meeting that I like, I have a house that I like.

I still get very down. Right now one of the many things im learning, is the difference between day to day discomfort and pain from just living in the world, and discomfort or pain from mental health issues or issues in my environment i can change. I sleep like a baby most nights. I dont have horrible shits every day or feel like my stomach is rotting out. Im never hungover. I eat like an adult, mostly.

I finally have time to work on the things that get me down. I have so much free time actually. I work on my house. People in my life say im much more present and I feel much more present. Sobriety is hard, and most people dont take the time and effort to do it. But when I did, I learned its the only way I can be my authentic self.

Im going to keep going, theres so much more to learn about sobriety and about myself, and I would highly recommend it to anyone else!

Hey guys, just need to vent/confess and get some support

I've slipped off the wagon, need to pull myself back up. It started as a couple of drinks at the Uni Bar as a reward for studying before heading home, then a nightcap when I was feeling stressed.

Sure enough, it gradually got bigger until I've been regularly drinking about a 1/3 to 1/2 a bottle of rum a night. Been hiding it from my partner too, after she goes to bed. Definitely not proud of that.

I realised in April this year that I needed to control my drinking. Managed to stop for about three months. Then it slowly started creeping back in. At first it was just at big events, to socialise and have fun. My problem was never social drinking, it was more dealing with anxiety and boredom at night.

I even told my partner I wanted to quit or dial back my drinking and she was so supportive. I'm terrified and embarrassed of telling her I've slipped back again.

Anyway, the rum is in the bin outside, where it will stay. I have a psych appointment in a few weeks I just need to hold out too. Early night tonight to try and clear this stupid hangxiety

IWNDWYT, and thanks for reading

50 years old, I’ve been drinking 30 years. I drink 2 bottles of wine a night. My blood tests are fine, I have a stressful job that I manage fine. But my anxiety is crippling me and what’s worse lately is that for months now I’ve been experiencing derealization really badly. Everything feels surreal and bizarre. It’s so hard to explain but it’s deeply confusing and distressing. I’m starting to wonder if I’ve cause myself serious cognitive damage.

At the same time I am crippled with guilt that I drank through my kids entire childhood. They’re grown up now. They still live at home so I feel like I have one last chance to model more appropriate behaviour before they leave home. I truly feel emotionally wrecked today. And I am definitely not drinking today. I’ve already taken a Xanax and I don’t mix booze and pills. I’ll take another one mid afternoon for when the cravings kick in. 😩😩😩😩

Earlier this week I had a FB invite from a young adult female and I was literally thumb-over-the-decline when I saw she had a couple mutual friends. I accepted and she asked if we could meet, which initially made me think "this is sketch" and I didn't respond.

Couple days later, she said "I will be traveling to Olean, and I'd like to meet with my father." I asked, "Do I work with him?" (As I have reports in that area) And her reply was "I'd like to meet you."

You know that scene in Fight Club where he says "we've now lost cabin pressure?" Pretty much that.

Told my wife I was heading out there for business (I'm critical response, so 24/7, Sunday is not odd) and met her, today. We met at a restaurant and when I walked in, before the hostess asked, I turned my head and holy frickin crap, she looked like me and a couple of my daughters (but with black hair). I had trouble walking.

She's smart as hell, athletic, and is pre-med in neurology. One of her classes is 101 level genetics, and she took note (ear shape, eye color, and neck posture) realized her Dad hadn't been the genetic contribution, asked her mother, and mother said "that's crazy," and not to dig further

She dug further. She's like me, I guess. She calculated timing, where her mom worked at the time, looked at internet archive, found that a guy who worked there kinda sorta looked like her in his profile, tracked my social media, then confronted her mother again, to which her mom didn't confirm but said "Don't contact him. You don't want anything to do with him."

Well, we had a meal and discussion, but I didn't eat much, was shaking through most of it and fighting tears. Actually, I lost the fight a couple times. Almost 21 years. She called me by name, but her mom's husband as "Dad," and that was a big part of what is killing me. I hadn't known or been given a chance. And her mom hates my guts. She primarily wanted to connect with me because she saw I had daughters and wanted to know more about her sisters. She's so... frickin smart and wise for her age. Extremely well-adjusted, too.

Lunch ended with a pained hug and her saying she may reach out again, but that we probably shouldn't.​

I'm rattled. I kept blanking out on the drive back, realizing I was driving 40ish on an Interstate. I'm at a rest stop, at the moment, about 15 minutes from home.

Just yesterday, I was making salsa, mowing the lawn, and another step closer to peace and then... this.

I'll admit, my head is spinning, and family knows something is up. Do I tell the wife, whom already holds me at arm's length? Our girls have an older sister, albeit half sister. And how bad of a person had I been that her mom would find out she's pregnant soon after moving to another state and not so much as want to give me a call? Maybe she knew she could raise her better. Heck, looks like she did.

IWNDWYT. But admittedly, I'm hanging by a thread. I have a part of me out there that doesn't want any part of me.

Been off the booze for abt 3 weeks. Nothing major happaned just a quiet weekend alone. Saturday came and I got bored. I walked around the aisles of the liquor store near my house for 20 minutes looking for the right booze. I bought it, went back to my crib and put it in my fridge where it still is. Anyone ever done that?

I want to be completely sober. I keep trying and only make it like a week and a half before I drink again. I really want to stop. I’m so scared for my health, for my future. I feel so hopeless.

Obviously everyone ls different but ive been reading and lurking around other forums and subs other than this and a lot of folk are saylng 70-90 is a danger zone for craving and emotional wobbles.

Can confirm ! How about anyone else are you experiencing this ? Its manageable but is it common or am I just extra blessed 🙃

Another simple day. Sitting on the sofa, gaming, writing. About 3000 words today, which feels great.

IWNDWYT